Summer Sweat (Spruce Texas)

I want more of it, whatever this is that keeps me from my old, strict, bound-by-the-rules self. I’m free for the first time in my life.

Hoyt sets me free.

And yes, I do realize I’m making these revelations while he’s got his lips around my cock.

But how else am I supposed to feel? I thought this was it for me at thirty. Just me, the animals, and my honest work. Smiling at my friends’ successes. Cheering Tanner and Billy on for another year together. Swallowing my pride and telling myself I’m happy for Lance and Chad, despite my empty heart crying every night.

Then Hoyt comes along. And he pushes his way into my life. And he insists to stay. And he refuses not to be looked at.

He refuses not to be adored.

“Fuck …” Hoyt is performing way too efficiently. It’s not much longer before I’m close. “You gotta pull back.”

He lifts up, but keeps his mouth at the tip of my cock when he twists his face to get a look at me. “Why?”

“I’m about to explode, that’s why.”

“And that’s a problem because …?”

“Because I’m not gonna come in your mouth.”

Hoyt considers it for a moment. Then he turns his cheek. “Can you come on my face, then? C’mon, I want it.” He drags his tongue up the sensitive underside of my cock, causing me to squirm.

I swallow a groan. “Hoyt, I’m warning you …”

“So am I.” He gives me a few strokes of his hand. “C’mon.”

“Hoyt …”

“Not that I’m givin’ you much of a choice,” he teases, then gives me a few more strokes, then a few faster ones, and then he doesn’t stop as he jerks me off over his cheek.

I can’t stop it. The next thing I know, I’m letting out a sigh of complete abandon, as wave after wave of pleasure rockets through my body. I stare down at Hoyt, taking in his look of delight as I let out rope after rope across his smiling cheek. He strokes my cock throughout the whole orgasm, heightening all of the sensations to a point that it’s almost too much to bear.

When I’m finished, Hoyt lets my cock slap its way right back into the confines of my underwear, now wet, and sits up. “Now that was a nightcap if I ever saw one,” he says with a proud laugh, then pulls down the sun visor to get a look at himself in its mirror. “Damn, you just about covered my whole left cheek!”

I stare at him, still catching my breath, a dreamy half-smile on my face. “And I guess you’re gonna wear that on you all the way back, ‘cause I don’t have any tissues in here.”

“I ain’t complainin’,” says Hoyt, grinning at himself in the mirror, inspecting it like I just gave him a makeover.

Is this really my life?

I pull out of the parking lot, then make my way along the edge of town toward the country roads. Soon, the lights of the heart of Spruce are behind us, and the long stretch of road leading toward Fairview lies before us. Halfway there, I pull off into the long and winding driveway that takes us through the fields, lit only by my headlights, right up to the side of my cabin, where I kill the engine and hop out of the truck.

“Quite a night, huh?” he asks, stepping out, too.

“Yeah. Late one at that.”

“Right.” He lingers by the truck, only a bit of his face lit by the light coming off of my porch. “Late.”

I glance at the bunkhouse. No light comes from it. The others must be asleep already and didn’t wait up for Hoyt to return from his little sister’s birthday party. “Judging from the darkness in the mudroom, even Turtle’s gone to sleep. Looks like it’s your chance to sneak in and take a shower.”

“And wake everyone up?” Hoyt snorts and thrusts his hands into his pockets. “Nah, not sure ‘bout that.”

I lift an eyebrow. “So you’d rather go to bed with … all of that on your face?”

He adopts a playful look, then saunters over to me. “What’s wrong? Don’t like seeing you all over my face?”

I glance at the bunkhouse again. “Hoyt …”

He draws closer. “C’mon. Kiss me. Give me a big ol’ kiss at the very least before you send me off to that lonely-ass bunkhouse.”

Tonight has been a series of tests. Tests of bravery. Tests of patience. Tests of how far I’m willing to stretch the notion of what others think of me, what they believe, or what they suspect. How many people saw us having ridiculous fun together at the Strong Fitness Zone? I can’t even say. I was barely paying attention.

All of my usual caution is on vacation tonight.

For whatever reason.

For however long.

I take hold of Hoyt, hug his waist against my own with hunger I don’t think I’ll ever satisfy, then press my lips to his for a kiss. I can smell myself all over him. It drives me even wilder as I lose every bit of control I was pretending to cling to. Our kiss deepens.